In [the crocodile's] neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
In his neck remaineth strength, And sorrow is turned into joy before him.
In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.
Power resides in his neck; violence dances before him.
He will make the depths of the sea boil like a pot, and he will set it to bubble just as ointments do.
He shall make the deep sea to boil like a pot, and shall make it as when ointments boil.